St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-09-11
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the Pale Moon to Flight" A little fur
ther in is q large three-fold screen
which dates back to the time of Lorenzo
de Medici. The inlaid work of lapis
lazuli, jasper, -chalcedOny and ancient
pOrphyry is marvell0uSly done. Among
the rare and precious manuscripts Is
1.-The Vision of Plus Pleuman," folio
volume written in the early part of the
fifteenth century.
The yigor of rude age is well repre-
scented by an equestrian statue of Hugh
Lupus, first Duke of Chester. We
looked at this bronze cast and contrasted
his spirit of conquest with the open
hearted and open handed Earl of West
minister, whom the people of Chester
honor in these words, HE is a good.
man."
BENNINGTON.
Leave Chester we must some time; so
we shut our eyes one morning and.
rushed by the old carved clock in thet
''GrOSvener" stairway, put fingers in
ears as it rung Westminsterf
chimes, and plunged into the
railway coach for bennington
our headquarters for Kenilworth
Warwick castle and Stratford-on-AvOn.
1t is surprising to find distances so
short between places of absorbing in
tereSt. We. had no time to regret CheS
ter before we were rolling through the:
village of Kenilworth to the castle.
Once here the spirit of unbelief laid
hold upon me. 1t did not seem that
this could be the real KenilwOrth. 1t
took long time to walk even part way
around the ruins, and longer to climb
the tower. We looked in the direction
we thought Queen Elizabeth might
have come; gazed down from our
height into the great pillared hall where
chm houn hoQn rnnaiuQf Tho
occasion was sufficient, but my soul was
dumb. We clambered down and found
what must have been the chapel, and
further on the tower with strong sug-
gestions of dungeons. The ivy clings
and grows everywhere. / tried to en-
circle with one arm the trunk of just
one vine.- IcOuld not do it. The mar
Tow Sits in walls and castle show how
little faith had these people-300 years
ago in their neighbors. We came
away along path bOrdered with roses
and bought from an old woman outside
the gate a cabbage leaf full of luscious
strawberries. Belief returned with the
berries, whereby i conclude unbelief is
matter of an empty stomach
WARWICK CASTLE.
The next morning to the oldest inhab-
tied castle in England. On our way we
passed ''Guy's Cliff" where the "Giant
Earl' of Warwick is said to have lived
the life of a hermit. In the armOry in the
castle we saw parts of his armor. He
must have been above ordinary men
ridge pot'-sO says the present cuSto-
dian,-hiS ''punch bowP'-Said the old
woman with the pudgy forefnger who
showed Richard Grant White over the
state apartmentS-is big enough to have
belonged to the greatest giant in Jack
the Giant Killers list. The small boy
of our party was lifted up and put
out of sight in that same bronze bowl.
On the wall just over the bowl is pen
and ink sketch of Richard Grant Whites
old woman, with the accustomed speech
when this part of her show came around.
Here it is:
81 myself have seen this punch bowl
filled four times when the present earl
came of age. 1t holds is gallons of
brandy, Is gallons of rum, 100 gallons of
water; lemons and sugar in proportion"
Our guide cannot be put on paper.
The most exaggerated use and abuse of
''h'' will not overestimate his speech,
The accumulated majesty of all the
earls, from the beginning until nows.
must have entered his plebeian back
and tongue; surely nothing else could
make one not. 'sto the manner born',-l
so stiff. While in the armOry, asked
to see the armoor of the Black Prince.
''YOu ave been told that is h-armour
his 'ere, but hit his not" Shortly
after L asked other questions regarding
the history of interesting pieces of mails
He turned and for an instant looked at
me; not muscle of his face moved.
Then slowly. and with ponderous dig
nifty, he said: "HI will h-explain h-any
point hin history when we come to hit =,
can barely remember that Van Dyke,
Rubens, HOgarth. Andrea del Sarto and
HOlbein figured among the painters.
One portrait of Henry WILL, or s"Enry
Heighth," and another of "H-Anne
Bollyne, "by ''Olbein, Yin the boudoir of
Queen HAnne," can hardly forget.
l shall always remember the death
mask of Cromwell, strong and ineXora-
BILE.
THE DUNGEONS.
The guard pacing the drive asked us
five would like to see the dungeon. Of
pany troOped off, our imaginations had
their first tid-bit for that day. We were
plunged down stone steps, dimly dis
closed by opening trap-doOr in the
walk, near the base of one of the mas
Sive towers. A turn and down more
steps, our hands were cropping against
the walls. Your hand" said the
guide. 'tDown two steps; now we are
on level level now step down. one.
seven; now; three steps forward,
steps up, one two, stay where you are
till come back" My heart beat loud
cells and pitfalls were all about me.
| [ felt | should be clapped into one or
| tripped into the other before the guide
wo utd return, though all the time 1
could hear voices, and doubt not could
have reached the speakers had dared
to so much as move all arm.
When match was struck we
could see, indeed almost touch every
| ment ago was stretching into immens-.
ity. But the pitfalls were there. Only
a few steps away was a hole in the floor
large enough to admit a mans body.
Then the guides voice echoed: mo
| history to this celia secret one. Let
| your Imagination do it's worst; it will
| doubtless fall short of the actual.''
TOMB OF LEICESTER.
A walk through the park brought us
ST. Mary's church. Near the altar were
| two recunlbent statues. Do our best,
we could not invest with the slightest.
historical Importance these mutilated
figures with restored putty noses and
unreSt0red stumpS of arms. We were
| glad to learn that these were not Lord
| Leicester and his lady. But it was
| hardly better in the dirty little chapel,
where two more stiff effigies, with;
| gilded armor and gilded drapery, were
pointed out to us as the objects of our;
search. Close by it was another figure,
| the earl's brother, and a chubby, short
one, like little fat monk, the earl's son.
STAFFORD AND OXFORD.
On to Standardization and then to
Oxford. We cannot now speak uof,
| StratfOrd more than to say that it inter